backdoorman's Blurty

Understoked...
I think Nathan's black-balling me. He says he can't get off work Saturday but I think they're leaving to Chicago without me. They better hope not. But I'm a little pissed to say the least. I was gonna meet Megan and we were going to jam to 80s tunes. Now she doesn't have a walking buddy. Sorry Megan. A bus could take me if I wanted to spend 88 bucks on a round trip ticket. That's sort of cheap, I guess, but not when it would have been free if someone drove. But I'll fucking live. Quit being such a pussy, Taylor. Tonight's 80s night and Brenton Wheeler's coming down for it since he's 18. Last night was whiskey Wednesday and me and Johnson each killed a pint of the shittiest Kentucky we could find. So, I ended up sleeping until 2.30 instead of walking in the heat, uphill to class. It's nicer out today than it has been. Rollerblade? Hope so. Don't have much else to say so yea.

Current Mood: pissed off
Current Music: my guitar gently weeping